| This is how you start one
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| Where you started from
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| On a mission to check
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| No doubt, got that
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| I need a couple of minutes to bring the thought back
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| Got that
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| I never let another mothafucka
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| Tell me what to sang about
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| Especially when my only intention
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| Is to tell you what Im thinkin now
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| Sang a song to tell you about hustlin
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| Another one to tell you bout the lord
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| My duty is to give em something funky
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| Thats the only thing I do it for
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| 1 — and I cant tell you bout shit I dont know shit about
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| Go on, holla, scream it loud
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| The only thing Im all about
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| 2 — I got that g-h-e-t-t-o
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| Take all of my niggas everywhere I go In the green range rover, or the lex to go With my iceburgs rollin the flow
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| My people are g-h-e-t-t-o
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| And we dont give a fuck if everybody know
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| Cuz Im baby thats for sure
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| Take the bullshit back to the store
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| I got the g-h-e-t-t-o
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| Do it for the figgas, magazines and videos
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| If you wanna find another nigga
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| This one do it for the soul
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| Always used to dream of gettin bigger
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| Only for my people
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| Thats why Im always checkin fake niggas
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| On forgettin where they came from
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| Made me believe in the hustle
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| Told me to get my money
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| Weed gon be my muscle
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| Well here we go now
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| In my neighborhood, eastside compton california
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| My homies all like to spend the night under lights
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| Streamin dice and fight
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| So this nigga just happen to write about it Make a point to spit flames at the names who disrespect the game
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| I was a down ass youngster and Im still the same
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| And I can see right through you niggas
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| Before the fame and tv, you was a real nigga just like me On my block, I aint never seen a nigga wear high heeled shoes
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| I aint never seen a nigga dance with no groom
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| I aint never seen a nigga get his hair all bleached
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| And if he did, hed get his ass beat for bein a punk nigga
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